A Frustrated soul at Prayer By Anuma Maxwell Dear God, when will this end? We keep praying for daily bread In a country that wants us dead We are milked dry and are fed With doses of sufferings till we bled An hopeless future lays ahead The oils of burden anoints our head To the slaughter slab we are led Our lives are battered, no means to mend Sufferings and hopelessness in our lives are paired Dear God, hope and bright future we want to wed So that our lives would be stew red So shall it be as I have said Amen! Amen!! Amen!!!
War Dogs By Anuma Maxwell "Only the dead have seen the end of war" In the movie "Black Hawk Down," there is an opening quote by George Santayana which reads: "Only the dead have seen the end of war". Where war begins, there can't be war without bloodshed; when World War One started, you thought that was all. We read about World War Two and saw how war affects society and how war affects the economy. This then begs the question: can war be justified? Can war be ethical? If you trace your war history, where warlords and war dogs perpetuated war crimes, you would conclude that war can never be justified. The genocide by Hitler that wiped out more than six million Jews is a perfect example. The war-like situation in Ukraine, where hundreds of thousands have been forced to flee their homes and seek shelter in neighboring countries, War is not freedom because it's the innocent that bear the consequences. Lives and properties would be lost. I remember...
Deus Abscondus God is dead, God does not exist Hmmm!! I sit and watch the ocean vastness I look up and see the sky boundless The mountains and their mightiness The forest and it's greenness The waterfalls and their boldness The birds of the air and their freeness The thunder and lightening and their fierceness The sprouting plant and it's freshness And I was activated into stillness For I saw God
Dear Spiritus Domini My being please come and heal My body please come and fill Your presence I want to feel My burdens; come help me deal My flesh of sin, come help me kill Be filled in me like a meal Without you, I would be ill My soul for God, come and steal Dear Spiritus, I want to do your will Increase in me my Lord's zeal With you, I'm real Amen! Amen!! Amen!!!
The cigarette smoke rising like incense prayer The hymns sang with heartfelt dedication They are all in all, prophet, priest and king The sharper words of motivation unheard of The display of coward boldness of a sheep The Lamentations, cutting like two edge sword They are both in their strongest and weakest time The Nollywood story that beats coherency The United unity Bourne from the bond of brotherhood Never claim rightness when their ancestral worship starts Sit, ponder and wonder on the gifts of drunkards In the den of drunkards, mystery enfolds anew.
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